My first word was Dayee. If you believe anything my parents say on the subject of “When Matthew was a kid…”
Apparently I pointed at the Siamese cat that was laying in the dryer on the warm laundry and shouted, “Dayee, Dayee!” Not Mommy or Daddy, but Dayee.
Daisy, to pronounce it correctly (I’ve come so far), was one of nine or ten cats that lived with my parents and then me when I came along. She lived the longest. I don’t remember the others.
I only remember Daisy and I only remember her laying in the dryer on clean, warm clothes.